Queen and the Kingsmen

by Zoe Blake

  Following a more severe lash, Troylus said with a devilish smirk, “Ah, there are the moans I was waiting for.” He brought the leather strip to my nose. I could see the wet marks from my juices. “Smell your arousal, my queen.”

  When I turned my head to the side, refusing to do as he asked, he snapped the leather against my pussy again. This time, the surprising sting had me crying out.

  “Oh yes, those are the sounds I have being wanting. The smell of your cunt, the sound of your cries…far more enchanting than any evil spell you could cast on me.”

  Closing my eyes and trying to steady my breathing, I did everything I could to try to not focus on the throbbing in my pussy. The pounding inside my sex was like the drum beat of an approaching army announcing the war was about to commence. I was truly at war. At war with my own body.

  Troylus took hold of my face and squeezed my cheeks firmly. “Look at me, Queen.” He squeezed tighter until I fluttered my eyelids open and stared into his deep emerald eyes. “Are you ready to tell me where you cast the poor princess’ body?”

  I jerked my face from his grasp and then narrowed my eyes as I said, “Is that truly the best you’ve got?”

  Rather than seeing fury in Troylus’ face as I expected, I saw amusement. “Oh, my queen, we are just beginning. I told you that I plan to hear screams mixed with your moans. I won’t stop until I do.”

  Dropping the leather strap, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Circling behind me, he unfastened the shackles of my wrists. I brought them forward and began massaging them to regain proper blood circulation. I was tempted to try to conceal my nudity now that I had my hands and arms free to do so but decided against it. It would reveal that Troylus had succeeded in casting a sense of humiliation into this torture session. Troylus then knelt and unfastened the chains around my ankles as well. The man had said he wasn’t finished with his torture, yet he was freeing me.

  He then picked up my naked body as if I weighed nothing and cradled me as a mother would cradle an infant. The hold was tender, though by the clench of his jaw and the storm brewing behind the green in his eyes, I knew the moment of closeness against the warmth of his chest would be fleeting. My assumption was correct when Troylus sat me on the cold wood table and pressed his calloused hands on my tender breasts and pushed me back, so I was forced to lie down. My legs dangled over the edge of the table, and I had never felt so defenseless before in my life as my captor spread my legs and towered over my prone body.

  Not sure if now was the time to fight back or not, I tried to clear my head from the cloud of confusion caused by all of Troylus’ so called torture. I had to be smart and tactical. Not a fool and rush to attack like a mere mortal would do. No, I may have had my power suffocated by the purple haze, but my intelligence and mastery of the art of war was still very much breathing.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dagger that Troylus had used to slice through my clothing. It was so close. So close. With one quick reach of my hand, I could have the dagger plunged in the man’s jugular before he even saw it coming.

  As if reading my mind, Troylus said, “You can try if you want. Reach for the knife, my queen. Shall we test your power against me now that your magic is gone?”

  Hating the fact that this man enjoyed taunting me, and he truly was a mighty foe, I retorted, “I don’t use the weapons of men to destroy my enemy.”

  “Well then,” he said as he loosened his pants and pulled them below his hips without breaking his stare, “I will do the same. I will not use a man-made weapon to destroy my adversary either. I will only use my body.”

  I propped myself up on my elbows enough to see Troylus’ large cock spring free from the restraints of his clothing, hard and ready. Focusing on the length, the girth, and the way it stood at attention, I nearly didn’t hear his next words.

  “You have met your match with the kingsmen, Queen. This is a battle you cannot win.”

  Summoning every last ounce of wicked strength, I still had in my body, I tossed my hair over my shoulder with a flick of my head and smiled. “So, you say.” I allowed my smile to grow and spread my legs even wider than he had. “So, you say.”

  “Zelladine, you have no powers here. None whatsoever. I realize that all you have is the illusion, a false mysticism, and the façade that you are indeed not frightened. And maybe you truly are a fool enough not to be afraid, but I will change that.” He ran his finger down the lips of my pussy and then thrust his finger into my tiny hole. The intrusion had me gasping out of shock more than anything else. He kept it planted deep inside of me as he said, “This body of yours is unclaimed. I can tell. But I will also change that.”

  Removing his finger, Troylus took hold of my hips and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the table. The quick movement had me falling unto my back, forcing me to stare at the ceiling as Troylus lifted my legs and bent my knees. He positioned himself between my thighs and pressed his dick to my entrance that had never been penetrated before.

  “Scream, my queen. Scream. This will most certainly hurt.”

  He pushed his member into my body, spreading my hole more than I could have imagined possible. Not sure if the biting pain was stretching, or if he was ripping his way in, I clenched my fists at my sides and closed my eyes to fight against the pain.

  “That is just the tip of my cock,” he said as if warning me to prepare for more pain. “Are you ready to scream?”

  I shook my head, refusing to look at his face. I would endure this act in complete darkness as I kept my eyes closed.

  He thrust his cock all the way inside of me in one firm push, shattering a barrier that I knew to be my purity. As a pop reverberated through my core and worked its way to my ringing ears, and a bright light flashed behind my eyelids, I did exactly as he wanted.

  I screamed.

  I screamed not only in pain, but in fucking delight.

  Yes, yes, yes. This pain. This fucking pain.

  Arching my back, I welcomed the burn and bite far more than I’d welcomed anything before.

  Troylus pulled his cock out only to thrust inside of me again, and again. My scream turned to moans just as he warned it would do. Holding my hips and keeping my legs lifted with his arms secured at the crux of my knees, Troylus claimed me with driving thrusts of his body. The slickness of my pussy aided in the push and pull actions of his assault. No longer being able to take such ecstasy in the dark, I opened my eyes to see the hunger of Troylus’ eyes cast down above me.

  “That’s right, Queen,” he grunted as he drove his dick balls deep inside of me. “Scream again.”

  I submitted to his command and screamed as he pulled out just enough, so he could thrust into me with all his force.

  “Now moan,” he commanded as he released one hand on my hip, brought his fingertip to my clit, and circled the sensitive bud—shooting bolts of electricity through me. He then pinched my clit and demanded, “Moan!”

  I did as he asked as I thrust my hips to his hand, wanting more. I wanted more bite. More sting. I couldn’t get enough. My body could not get enough. Waves of desire savaged through every inch of my body as a fire increased in my destroyed and claimed pussy.

  “Scream and moan. Scream and moan,” he grunted as he fucked my body with no ounce of tenderness, no gentle touch.

  He was a warrior slaughtering his opponent lying weakly before him on a cold slab of wood. His power, his dominance, and the driving force of his cock completely mastered my body.

  I moaned, I screamed, I moaned again as the waves of painful pleasure conquered whatever fight I had left in me. With every painful thrust of his large cock spreading my punished hole wide, I never once begged him to stop. No, I wanted more.

  Harder, harder…

  Fucking harder.

  The pain lit my body on fire, and I wanted to do nothing more than burn from the blaze.

  “You like the pain,” he said as he released the hold he had on my clit and slapped my sore, whippe
d breasts.

  When I moaned even louder and arched my back even more, Troylus pinched my nipple as he pushed even deeper inside of me.

  Closing my eyes again, I saw shards of white light as I screamed. Wicked, painful, delightful pleasure washed over me, as I screamed again. Torture. Perfect and painful torture.

  Fucking torture in the best way possible.

  Troylus thrust one last time and joined my fading scream and moans with a loud groan of his own as he filled me with his seed.

  A few moments later as the waves of sexual pleasure left my body, I opened my eyes and looked into Troylus’ sated ones. His cock was still inside of me motionless, but I could feel the beating of Troylus’ heart in the mass that still spread me wide.

  If this was what the kingsmen had in store for me…

  If this was the torture they had planned to force me to speak…

  If this was the power they thought, they had over me…

  Breathing deeply as the delicious pain eased, I couldn’t hide my smile as I stifled a wicked and evil laugh.

  Oh, this time with the kingsmen would be so much fun.

  This little game of theirs would be fun indeed.

  5

  I was so captivated by Troylus’ claiming, that I hadn’t heard the footsteps of another man approaching. It was the clearing of his throat that called my attention to him. I lifted my head to see Sigmun watching us with a mischievous glimmer in his deep blue eyes. I wondered how long he had been standing there, and if he had watched the entire act of Troylus stealing what I hadn’t realized was so pleasurable to give.

  “Did she tell you where the princess’ body is?” Sigmun asked.

  Troylus pulled up his pants the remainder of the way and walked away from my naked and used body. I could feel his seed seeping out of me and running down the crevice of my ass, but I still felt no need to conceal the forced exposure. In fact, I didn’t want the hum still radiating through me to end.

  “Not yet.”

  Sigmun chuckled. “I thought you said breaking the queen would be as easy as breaking a twig.”

  I sat up on the table in time to see Troylus scowl. “I may have misjudged her stubbornness.” He walked toward the entrance of the dungeon and turned around. “But it’s only fair for all of the kingsmen to have their turn with her. Beware, Sigmun. She’s a feisty one.”

  Sigmun took a step to where I sat watching their exchange. “That’s pleasant news. One of my favorite things to do is tame our wild steeds. I’ve yet to find a mare or even a stallion that can’t be pacified with the flick of my whip.”

  “Well then, I will leave you be. An ale is calling my name.” Troylus opened the door and exited without even taking a second look my way. He had come, claimed, and now I was nothing more than a prisoner of another kingsman again.

  Not his. Someone new.

  The sense of loss, and even hunger for more of Troylus’ touch was interrupted when Sigmun approached me and ran his fingertips along the raw flesh of my breast.

  “None of this would have to happen if you simply told us where the king’s daughter is,” he said softly as his touch turned to a deeper caress.

  The rough surface of his palm scratched against the punished area near my nipple, and I hissed in pain, yet my pussy throbbed once again. It seemed that with even the smallest taste of pain, my body hungered for more.

  “I will tell you the same thing I told Troylus, which is nothing,” I snapped, raising my chin in defiance. Though I was sitting naked on a wooden table, with the signs of a man’s arousal coating my pussy, I imagined myself in the finest gown and the most elegant of cloaks.

  Pain yes. Shame no. Never.

  “Don’t worry, Zell,” Sigmun said, patting the top of my thigh. “I’m not here to try to pull an answer out of you. My job is to take you to your chamber and prepare you for tomorrow. We like to savor our meal, and not a single one of us is in any rush.”

  “Queen Zelladine,” I spat. The way he shortened my name as if I was a young schoolgirl with a juvenile nickname, set my blood aflame.

  “I prefer Zell.”

  “You are not to call me that!”

  He laughed and patted my leg again. “It’s funny that you believe I was asking.”

  Before I could respond, Sigmun lifted me off the table and cradled me into his arms as Troylus had done earlier. For a moment, I considered resisting, but with the size of his arms, the hardness of his muscled chest, and the determination set in the features of his face, I knew it would be futile to try to escape. I refused to hang on to his neck, however, so my arms dangled limply instead. I also refused to rest my head against the warmth of his body, so I defiantly turned it to the side and tried to ignore the smell of masculinity oozing from every inch of my new captor.

  He walked in silence as he carried me down a series of halls and up several flights of stairs. I attempted to take stock of my surroundings, though there was very little to see other than gray, stone walls, and dark wood doors. The hallways were illuminated by fire torches and candlesticks, but no sign of art, tapestries or rugs. Cold. Barren.

  When he opened the door at the end of the hallway and crossed the threshold with me still in his arms, he said, “Welcome to your new home.”

  “No dungeon?” I asked snidely, surprised to see the comforts of a bedchamber.

  “You are still a lady, my queen. We are the mighty kingsmen. Not beasts like the wolves in the forest who fight your dark forces.” He chuckled lightly. “We can sometimes be gentlemen, and I suppose this is one of those times. A lady deserves a bed and a warm fire while in slumber. But when awake”—His chuckle turned to a full laugh—“you are no lady, and we are no gentlemen.”

  He placed me on the cold stone floor and walked over to the fireplace. I was still by the door and considered running, but the purple haze from outside illuminating the room from the window reminded me of my lack of power. I could run, but he would catch me. I was no fool and had to plan my attack strategy wisely.

  “You surprise me, Zell,” he said as he squatted down by the hearth and began building a fire. “I thought I had a chase in store for me. I was prepared to at least break a sweat.”

  “If you think I am afraid of—”

  “Oh, I would never presume a woman of your power would be afraid of us…yet,” he interrupted. “But give us time.” He never looked at me once as he stoked the burgeoning fire. “There’s a water basin over by the bed. Clean yourself.”

  I walked over toward the small table beside the bed with a basin full of clean water. I did so not because Sigmun commanded it, but because I did want to maintain some sense of dignity and standing naked in a room with the smell of a man’s completion on me was not the way to do so.

  When I finished washing my body and cooling the heat from my punished breasts and pussy, I turned to find Sigmun standing by the bed with a dressing gown in his hand.

  “You can wear this tonight. You’ll be sleeping in here until tomorrow.”

  Surprised by the fact that the man was truly treating me more like a guest than a prisoner, I walked over to the edge of the bed with my hand outstretched to take the purple garment.

  “But first, I must prepare you for tomorrow.”

  “Prepare?” I asked, dropping my hand by my side, realizing Sigmun was just teasing me with the clothing and the thought of resting my head on the pillow and finding comfortable sleep which I desperately needed.

  “You’ll thank me for it, Zell. You will most certainly thank me for it later.” Sigmun snickered, clearly finding amusement in some knowledge I was not privy to. He pointed to the bed. “Bend over the edge.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

  “Troylus focused on punishing the front half of your body, but the back side is just waiting to be claimed as well. I have a feeling that tight little arsehole of yours will need some stretching before one of my fellow kingsmen does so.”

  Any retort that would have shot out of
my mouth in disgust, was swallowed up by shock and morbid curiosity. When I didn’t move, the light in Sigmun’s eyes, and the smile that had been mostly on his face since meeting him dissipated.

  “I am a jovial man, Zell. I can even be a kind man. But I am not a patient man.” He pointed at the bed. “Bend over the bed, or I will force you to. And trust me, if I must force you to, there will be consequences.”

  I stood my ground. Not out of defiance per se, but because I really couldn’t muster the strength to do as he asked. Bending over the bed would take…submission. Something that, though I seemed to enjoy the pain caused by Troylus’ hand, was not something I possessed. Sigmun said he was not a patient man…well, I was not a submissive woman.

  With a loud sigh, Sigmun approached me. “Very well. I see this mare before me is in need of my whip.”

  Swooping me off my feet, he effortlessly flung me over his shoulder, carried me to the bed, and tossed me onto the mattress. Before I could resist in any way, he flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me by pressing his hand down on the middle of my back. I heard the familiar sound of Sigmun removing his leather belt from his pants as Troylus had done. But unlike the lashing to my front half, I was shocked to feel the sting of leather on my bare behind. There was more force, and more pain as Sigmun began whipping me with rapid cracks of his belt against my ass.

  I involuntarily cried out and kicked my legs back in a feeble attempt to stop the assault. Sigmun simply countered my moves by using his muscled leg to trap my flailing ones.

  “Has no one ever punished this bare arse of yours before?” he asked as he licked my fiery skin again and again with the awful leather.

  “No! No!” I screamed. I had never felt such torment before.

  Such deliciously sinful torment.

  My body had been starved.

  Though my ass and the backs of my thighs throbbed from the whipping, it did not match the throbbing in my pussy that had been ignited once again. The cadence of his discipline nearly matched the beating of my heart, and the only thing I could do was cling to the fabric of the bed, bury my face into the mattress, and mewl in agony. Agony that awoke something so deep, dark and demanding. I wanted more, even though my poor punished backside did not.